by hecklerspray staff
“I don’t know what’s sicker, animals having sex or you clapping.â€
Only Lily Allen and her friends at the BBC could command such an exclamation from Cuba Gooding Jr. Her tasteless attempt at a new chat show can be best described as Heat magazine crossbred with a little Graham Norton-esque audience participation. It was actually painful to sit through Allen’s new vehicle, paper-cut painful.
The interaction with her audience seemed to be nothing more than a passing sentiment. A number of awkward exchanges with the Romford-fashion crowd ensued. Those lucky enough to have been picked out were rewarded with a place at the TFI Friday-style bar to be seldom seen again. The purpose of the bar escapes us, though it probably escapes the producers beyond its function as a holding pen for the banal.
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by hecklerspray staff
London’s public toilets have long provided ageing single men with a source of entertainment, and Ginglik, a converted ex-loo underneath the sharp end of Shepherd’s Bush Green, is keeping this fine tradition well and truly alive.
The Duke Spirit are playing here tonight, and this rather excellent little venue is inexplicably full to the rafters of greying rockers, nervously sipping their beer as sweaty young support punks Dead Kids leave the stage and push past them.
Far from being the onlookers at a gig by a band returning with only their second album, it feels like being magically transported to row A at an Oasis stadium-stuffer, but the presence of these obvious rock aficionados does attest to the underground popularity of the band’s first album, Cuts Across The Land.
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